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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 21, 2007 10:12:44 GMT 7
"Zeph! Zeph!" The second call was a bit more demanding, harsher in tone than the previous calling. The Golden Retriever puppy cocked her head in his direction, trotting back to him, her hip glued to his side. Roman rarely ever had to put a leash on her, but at the moment he felt he should. Digging a slim, nylon leash from his pocket, he clipped it to her collar, draping the other end over his fore arm. The puppy walked silently beside him, every so often pawing at the ground beneath him as they walked.
The park was a usual place for Roman to just sit down and write. Which was exactly his intention for a morning like this. He went through coffee like a fiend, courtesy of late nights as The Prime back home. In one hand, he had a bender, filled to capacity with papers, though he continued to cram them in, and in the other, two cups of coffee, one on top of the last. Eyes darted around the area, finally finding an empty bench. It was slightly warmer than it had been, so he had decided to make the best of it by treating himself to a visit. Setting the coffee on the bench, he settled himself in, rummaging through the pocket of his sweatshirt for a pencil.
Blond hair covered his eyes, a hand moving to push it behind his ear. An irritated sigh escaped his lips as it quickly fell back, and after a few more tries, he gave up. Zephyr had settled beneath the bench, and had found a rather beat up looking stick to chew on. You're going to get a stomach ache... He thought, holding back a laugh. Sure enough, after half the stick was gone the creature began on the grass, signaling that she had in fact a hurting stomach. And yet, they never learn.
With that thought, Roman pressed his pencil to the paper, beginning to engross himself in the characters themselves. It was nice knowing that you could alter someone's life, that if you made a mistake, you could just erase it. That's what he loved most about writing. Which is most likely why he wrote at just about any time of day. Waking up in the middle of the night and pulling the binder out was his specialty. That was if he was in the mood, or awake enough. Usually, that's when the coffee or a cup of hot chocolate came in. But this book was easier to write, it being about his life, but with different characters. This one was thoroughly true, all his secrets, all his most intimate moments. Now, that's another good thing about it. In this world, you weren't actually living it... Someone else was.
{Just bored. And this post is bleck...}
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Post by [J.a.y.l.i.n] on Feb 21, 2007 11:07:42 GMT 7
Zandeleigh got really tired of being stuck in her dorm room. The air inside was so stall and made breathing a little bit difficult for her to do, so she decided that she should get out and get some fresh air. Standing up from her bed she walked towards her chair grabbing her jacket in case it was a little bit chilly and she went she grab her jacket she ensure that her insulin and asthma inhaler was secure within the pockets. She didn’t want to have an accident and not have it there for her to use. That would have been scary. When she ensure that those key items were there she walked towards the door exciting it. Walking down the corridors of the dormitory she remain quiet. There wasn’t anyone to talk to, but inside her mind many thought were brewing. Like were she was planning on going.
There were a lot of places that she could go. But it was one place that she could think of at that very moment and that was the park. Zandeleigh really like the park. Nature was sometimes she would never really not get use to not liking. Especially since her family were a bunch of old time hippies. Also the fact that is was a vegetation and didn’t like the fact that people are meat. Walking out doors she could feel that it wasn’t that bad outside. She thought it would be a little chili but she kept her coat on because it did hold the things that she needed. Placing her hands in her pockets she began to walk down the street, not really paying attention to what was going on around her or anything to that matter. She was just taking a walk, which was kind of refreshing.
She could feel the air entering and exiting her lungs and she begin to feel much better now that she was breathing in that process air the school provide. She hate the air so that is why when she went outside she made the most of the moment she had. It was unusual that she would have time to just lounge around being that she was so pack down with work, dance practices and writing for the school newspaper. But some how she found sometime so that she could just relax and collect herself so that she wouldn’t go completely insane. Which would be a bad thing being that she wasn’t really that sane to begin with.
Looking up she could see the park in clear view. It didn’t change one bit, since the last time she was there. Sometimes things would change without people not even noticing it but Zandeleigh she notice ever thing because she always pay close attention to things. Walking a short distance a smile came across her face when she saw people playing with their pets and kids playing with their friends. She wish that she would have brought her camera but she didn’t. Walking over to a bench that was occupied by someone else she took a seat looking down at the dog and then up at the boy. She knew him but he seem busy so she didn’t want to bother him. Plus she was way to shy to do that, talk to a boy. Yeah when Zandeleigh does that the world would surely be coming to a end. Pushing a red strand behind her ear she glanced her surroundings.
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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 23, 2007 11:49:01 GMT 7
It hurt to know that Zephyr wasn't actually staying here at Rutherford, she was just on her way out. If it had been Roman's choice, he'd of kept the dog. Yet, that would mean breaking his promise to Lacey. It had been made a while back, one promise which might have slipped her mind. Lacey was much too busy to keep her mind straight on one thing. She had a business to run, which involved finding trainers, jockeys, and stable hands for her racehorses. She also had an ill mother to care for, and well, Roman to look after. That wasn't a problem anymore, now was it? Anyway, back when Roman was a small child, maybe not more than five or six, she'd been talking about how much she wanted a Golden Retriever puppy like the one her father had. He'd always promised himself that he'd repay her back for all the things she'd done for him. God, she took over place as his mother. He'd never felt comfortable enough to call her 'mom' though, it never felt right. Lacey was seven years older than him, it didn't seem right to be associating the word with a girl barely older than he himself. Now that he'd passed that child stage, they seemed almost the same age, and people begun to wonder. It didn't bother Roman much, but he didn't know what Lacey thought of the whole ordeal. Sure, the whole puppy thing wouldn't exactly repay her, but it was a start.
A light sigh escaped his lips as nothing came to his mind to write. This was something that happened a lot, but he'd just go and start something new, or doodle. Doodling was yet another thing that seemed to intrigue his mind. To Roman, doodling was writing but with pictures. That's exactly what Roman decided on. Placing the binder aside, he began to let his mind take over with small pictures. They were really nothing but blends of movie characters, and clips from music videos. He found himself meshing humans into other humans, or even animals. Though, when his mind was in the right place, he started to draw what was around him. This was extraordinarily rare though, for he was used to letting his brain take over with everything, not really piecing everything together to get a proportioned result.
Growing bored once more, he shoved the paper into the pocket of the binder, settling himself into a more relaxed position, beginning on his first coffee. He usually waited quite the long time to begin even thinking about drinking it. Starbucks had wicked hot coffee, but it was all worth the sensational burn you got as it traveled down your throat.
Eyes drifted to the girl as she sat beside him, a gentle smile forming on his lips. "A little warmer out today, wouldn't you say?" He asked, inviting a chance for conversation. Gaze moved down to the second coffee, deciding he really didn't need it, one was surely enough to wake him up. "Coffee? I've got an extra," He offered, setting it between them if she wanted it.
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Post by [J.a.y.l.i.n] on Feb 24, 2007 23:36:59 GMT 7
Walking down the street she could feel everything start to calm down. Her breathing was getting better. It was a great idea to come out. Zandeleigh had been coop up in the dorm room for days. Only coming out for classes and skipping meals which wasn’t good for her but she didn’t care. Her room mate would worry about her but she didn’t know about Zan’s conditions. Very few knew and if they did they would most likely have her admit to a clinic which is one thing that she would like to avoid. She didn’t have a problem or at least she thought she didn’t. Finally reaching the park she found a bench and took a seat. Walking was so tiring but reaching the park and seeing the view was all worth it.
The park was a great place to come. It was always so calm there, and everyone always seem to have fun. Zandeleigh never really got the park, maybe because the fact that she couldn’t really do anything. With her medical conditions. Pretty much life suck for her, and she didn’t really have the best childhood living in her foster care home. But she got out of it eventually which a little bumps and scratches on the way.
Her blue eyes drifted over to the voice that presented itself next to her. “oh yeah it is a bit warm today, and I wore this jacket thinking it was going to be cool, but now I guess we can’t always be right” she said pulling at her zipper a bit so that she could let a little more air in so she wouldn’t burn up. Her skin was so fragile she knew that she would have burns by the time she got back to the dorms, but she had cream for that. Taking her fingers she push back a patch of her auburn hair and looking back at him when he offer her some coffee. It was such a nice gesture, but it was to bad she couldn’t accept it. “oh thanks but I can’t drink coffee, but that was so sweet of you to ask.” she said looking back around and smiling at the kids playing. She look back over to him and wondered what he was doing, he seem so keen to start the conversation and Zan was kind of bored so she decided to continue it “so what are you doing over there.” she asked him raising her eyebrow.
{sorry it really sucks}
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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 26, 2007 2:24:07 GMT 7
A hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out a piece of gum. His clothing often smelled heavily of Spearmint and cologne. People often asked him exactly what kind of cologne he used, and he told them, just not the Spearmint part. People associated that smell with him, so he'd gotten used to the comments. Though, the gum was a substitute to cigarettes. He hadn't had one in nearly over three years, but the craving was still there. The doctor said his lungs were just about cleared up, so he wasn't about to go back. He hated the raspy-like voice, and smelling of smoke. After all, he didn't think it to be very attractive anyway. It often interfered with being in shape, because you couldn't quite get your breath sometimes. Roman just didn't want to be that kind of person.
The fun thing about coming to the park, was seeing all the daring people. Kids on rollerblades or skateboards being pulled by dogs. Yeah right. That's about begging to fall, right? Duh. Roman had personal experience with that. He had many scars to show it, and some souvenir scars to prove his adventures. Take the two marks on his left ankle for example. He'd gotten bit by a snake in the woods of Miami as a kid. The dog he'd been with was practically a mother to him, and sucked the venom out. It was just like she'd been trained to do it. Well, you could never be too safe.
Roman nodded, "Yeah, you can never be too sure with New York/New Jersey weather..." He paused for a second, a gentle smile forming on his lips. "I swear, the weather people just throw darts at a board to determine the weather," he said with a small laugh, running a hand through his hair. He couldn't imagine not being able to drink coffee, but he could get used to it. Well, you had to get used to it, right? He sat quietly for a moment, wondering what to say next. Yet, she seemed to read his mind, and spoke. Gaze shifted over to her, setting the binder down between them so she could get a better look. "Just doodling," He replied. Actually, it was more like drawing, but whatever. He'd only started on the kids in the picture, not the background yet. Roman hadn't exactly wanted to make it a park, he wanted to make it something more mystical, maybe surreal.
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